The Mafia's Songbird
s. Vincent Baros radiated an aura that told her to run away. He was exactly like the s
garettes and sweat that reeked around the club. The club halted all operations once Vin entered the sce
hed as her eyes dilate from what he assumed was fear. Callie's le
ree men he caught touching her, zeroing in on the man with a half-
e fact that she'd heard the voice before. From the man who bumped into her earlier. Callie knew he was someone of importance, but she couldn't be
ck up Callie's system, settling poorly in her stomach. Her hands find their way to wrap around each of
f a dick back into his pants. All three of them still held that smug expression, but th
ar. If anything, her fear, and anxiety grew worse. Call it survival instincts, but every bone in her little body is telling her tha
the air between them. Nobody dared
for yourselves?" Vin pr
ould play it off as a joke. A disgusting joke that they would re
n eye, he let go of Callie's arm to cock a pistol and aime
Hey, take it easy, boss," he tried. "We were just having a little fun." As he
ith the one hand he used to hold her up. The action was so soft and del
the mafia leader's eyes pierced through her soul. An intensity that shook her to her core. Callie knew at t
e a tad softer, but still carrying the same
rpose. She wouldn't be able to explain why, but Callie f
smoothly. "They wer
but before Callie could turn around and face them, t
ump against Vin's solid chest that she
k," she he
s if the world had stopped spinning. Then thre
t even time for the other two to tuck tail
would dare speak out of turn. One wrong move could land them in
silent the whole time. His voice sounded ser
ned. Did she think Vin would shoot his men after s
llie's lips, harsh and painful. The sound surprised
in his hold. He tried his best to peel her away fr
chin and gently titled her head up. Blu
is you
llie
oday onward, you are mine... to use as I deem fit, until
dn't register. Still in shoc
as all a bad dream. Shutting her eyes closed, Callie willed the nightmare to disappe
ce, cupping her cheeks, followed by the deep,
followed. "You're not dreaming, little bird. You'r